Why Would I Write

Category: Random

  • Why I perform…Gig #84 and #85

    My first performance ever was probably during my college days. When I got a few friends together to play as a band in the Taylor’s Battle of the Bands competition. We didn’t even make it through the first stage, but we had tons of fun. And it was then I discovered my passion for performing.

    We did manage to secure a couple of gigs after the band competition experience, playing for a couple of schools and one college event. But man, getting on stage, rocking out, yelling till I had no voice – those were great times. But the best part was hearing the yells and applause from the audience. I don’t know what it is about being applauded which makes it feel great, but it does and I loved every bit of it.
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  • Damn Dumb Ideas: Paying people for not committing crimes

    Another random thought which I had sometime ago. I had woken up from a dream where I saw police apprehending a man for committing a crime and I thought to myself, “what if we got paid for not committing crimes?” I woke up with that thought in my head, saved it on my phone and tooday I decided that it should be the topic for my blog.

    Would people be less inclined to do something bad if they were paid to not do it? Just think about it for a moment.
    Crimes are usually committed by people who can’t obtain what they want through legal means. What do people usually need? Money. Now I know it’s not that simple, and not all people commit crimes for money – but it does target the group of criminals who do need money, and will thus reduce the amount of crime we face in society. If they have money they won’t commit any more crimes right?
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  • Thoughts about weather

    I’m not known for thinking of ways to improve Malaysia (my friends can attest to that) but there’s one thing I think that would make this country a better place: cool weather.

    This thought popped into my head earlier this year when I was in Melbourne for about a week. The weather there was the best thing about it. No, it wasn’t the coffee, but that’s a story for another day.
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